There was a powerful metaphor in the opening of Tuesday night’s ABC episode of V. (The re-imagining of the 1983 original miniseries.)
Anna, the leader of Earth’s alien Visitors, performed what’s called bliss.
Welcome to bliss, evil lizard style
Bliss is a direct communication link that the queen lizard has with her people.
Anna sits naked in a white chamber and physically speaks to every one of her subjects, who are either on the planet, or the space ships docked above Earth.
Her voice is directly plugs into their minds.
(Yes, V is science fiction. Caprica’s over and LOST has only five episodes to go; V has promise.)
What V bliss really is
Morena Baccarin, the actress who plays Anna, describes bliss in an interview with Details magazine :
“Bliss is Anna’s way of checking in with her people, keeping them happy, and taking care of them. She can bliss them out physically and emotionally and it makes them want to do what’s best for the species.”
Let’s hear how Anna blissed out her people during Tuesday’s episode. This is what she injected in their minds:
“No need for regrets, for mistakes made yesterday. The past is gone. No looming fate, no uncontrollable destiny. No hunger, no sickness, no fear, no death. Nothing ahead, nothing behind. Only stillness, a sanctuary of peace and tranquility.”
This spiritual jargon is all too familiar.
V bliss is bullshit, brilliantly spun
It’s exactly what many New Age leaders program in their followers today.
Many charismatic and credentialed leaders try to lure unsuspecting others into their own version of bliss — with prizes like Enlightenment and Ascension.
It’s no different from the lure of Heaven, or God’s New Kingdom.
These are all imaginary “places” you have to sustain through faith — often at the expense of taking care of of the dirty details of living real life.
Brilliantly spun bullshit is dangerous
Let’s hear what else Anna had to say to her loyal subjects:
“My bliss envelopes you, protects you. Together we shall experience eternal joy, in a rapture of ecstasy, and safety.
You will bask in my light, wrapped in the warmth of my divine touch.”
V delivers the metaphor perfectly.
An evil reptilian queen using mind control that’s sheathed with triggers like “light,” “eternal joy,” “ecstasy,” “safety,” and “divinity.”
What pounds the metaphor even further is Anna’s next scene. When an adviser tells her that during that very blissing, one of her subjects detonated a suicide bomb on his ship. (If he were a loyal subject, he would have been blissing out, not reaching for a bomb.)
“The fifth column is immune to my bliss,” Anna responds to her adviser with disdain. “They’ve begun to feel human emotion, empathy, love.”
Bliss only works on non-thinkers
She knows this is dangerous, because when her subjects become more humanized, they know the clear difference between real love and the disembodied kind of love she promotes through bliss.
In other words, the blissing trance no longer grips them. They hear through the lies.
The suicide bomber heard through the lies. Let’s go back to that scene.
Resisting the blissing
During the blissing, a young man runs to his lover, hoping to break her from the trance.
“Please, look at me,” he cries. “She’s taking your minds and your lives in return for nothing but lies.”
He looks around at the others, all standing in place with eyes looking up in rapture and ears for Anna’s voice alone.
“Mia, I love you. Anna can steal you no longer.”
And then he sets off the bomb.
It’s another powerful metaphor.
Dangerous bliss has infiltrated our mainstream New Age self-help
The young man symbolizes the black sheep in the herd, the one who doesn’t want to hear the lies any longer.
Yet the other sheep are entranced.
Much in the way New-Age-ies are content with promises of Unconditional Love and Infinity White Light.
While they’re looking up in rapture, life is passing them by.
(Much of the New Age is a distraction from real, earthly life.)
When you get junkied up on empty, abstract, detached-from-the-nitty-gritties-of-real-life fiction – though it’s more commonly referred to as self-help these days — you’re stolen away from loved ones (including yourself), and noble pursuits.
Bliss is dangerous when it’s empty.
And these days, dangerous bliss is proliferate.
Don’t believe me?
Pick up a copy of the best-selling The Power of Now, and then read through Anna’s trance again.
Bliss can be dangerous; it’s better to be mindful of how.